Ellamental
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On the last day of school before Christmas vacation, Mr. Castiel Quinn discovers that one of his young students has smuggled male pornography into the classroom. Upon being told that the photos belong to the boy's uncle, Castiel vows to himself that he will keep the other man's preferences a secret. It's 1947; a man experiencing attraction to another man or fantasising about his sexual touch are transgressive faults, which could potentially result in imprisonment - or worse. But then the uncle walks in. The photos are of him: Dean Winchester, a rogue with an empty pocket and a child to feed. Castiel doesn't know it yet, but his life is never going to be the same again. Years pass between chance meetings, but even though they live their lives apart, Dean and Castiel's story is proof that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.
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Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.
Frigging fantastic.
(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)
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Written for the ficwip February challenge 'hey, sweetheart' and combined with a Tumblr ask prompt!
“You’ll be here all week? Terrible that you’re workin’ on Valentine’s Day,” Doris tuts disapprovingly, “you ought to be spendin’ it with your special someone.”
“I ain’t got a special someone right now,” Dean assures her kindly, leaning back in his chair, tapping the table that separates him from Doris and her husband, “and I don’t mind working.”
“Well, of course you do!” Doris exclaims.
“I work most holidays, I really don’t mind –”
“No, you’ve got a special someone,” Doris corrects, eyeing him critically, smirking in a way that crinkles all of her many wrinkles, “a woman like me can tell.”
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In the Empty, you relive your regrets. But the worlds that it has dropped Castiel into aren’t familiar to him. Over and over, it sends him into universes he doesn’t recognize, although he expects that they exist — or existed — in some form or another.
Dean is always there, but it’s not his Dean, and maybe that’s the Empty’s point. What it offers him, if he’ll just be quiet, if he’ll just behave… it’s nice, it’s what he never thought he could have in reality, but it’s not real. It’s not Dean.
But when he finds himself in a world that looks like the Empty itself — a dark, eternal void — Castiel is confused. This isn’t some corner the Empty can try to tuck him away in, so long as he’s willing to accept a life he knows isn’t quite real. This feels different, more genuine.
And the version of Dean that comes to rescue him… he feels real, too.
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Dean takes a really, really long drive to kick fear in the ass. It might just be the best thing he ever decides to do.
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The seat squeaks, and Dean follows the sound, his gaze trailing down. There—where Jack sat moments ago—is a much tinier version of him. He looks mostly the same, just...smaller and more dimply and cuter, if that's possible. His clothes have shrunk to fit him, so he's casually sitting in a t-shirt, jeans, and scuffed tennis shoes. He swings his feet from side-to-side over the edge of Baby's seat the same way Sam used to in the back, and he stares up at Dean with clear eyes.
"Oh," Dean blurts out, eyes bulging, "Cas is going to fucking kill me."